Mr. Tong and his servants comforted the refugees with a gentle expression.
Gu Yuan on the side looked at Master Tong's head with wide eyes.
He was surprised to find that there was another illusion on Master Tong's head.
In the illusion, there was a strong man with a machete in his hand, riding a tall horse, dressed like a bandit, leading a group of thieves into the village, burning, killing and looting!
One after another, poor people died under his sword, with their blood staining the shining sword red, and a ferocious smile on their faces.
Immediately, the illusion above Mr. Tong's head changed again. This time, it was a group of thieves who blocked the road and robbed, killed some merchants, looted all their goods, and even the female family members were kidnapped up the mountain...
"Could it be...that this is Mr. Tong's past? His family history?" Gu Yuan thought in his mind, but soon overturned this idea.
The appearance and size of the thieves who were burning, killing and looting in the illusion were very different from Master Tong. They could never be the same person.
Gu Yuan also felt that this illusion could not appear out of thin air. Could it be that the thief had something to do with Mr. Tong, or that he was doing something shady behind his back?
Gu Yuan made up his mind to observe this Master Tong carefully.
In the following days, he followed him like a shadow, watching Mr. Tong comforting the refugees, and said that in the following days, the Tong family would give porridge here every day.
This promise made the refugees cry bitterly and call out the good people.
Afterwards, Gu Yuan followed Mr. Tong back to the city.
Entering the city, there is a strong contrast between the prosperity inside the city and outside the city.
Behind the city gate is a spacious street where two carriages can drive side by side. On both sides of the road, there are shops with an endless stream of customers, and in front of the shops, there are a bunch of vendors...
It's like two worlds.
Mr. Tong in the carriage frowned and was worried.
Not long after, the carriage was stopped by a few beggars, banging on a broken bowl and calling Tong Dashanren.
Master Tong ordered his servants to throw away a few slings of copper coins, and a group of beggars expressed their gratitude to Master Tong before leaving.
The servants on the side couldn't help but mutter: "Sir, you give copper coins to beggars every time you see them. Now these people are watching you and running away."
Mr. Tong smiled and said: "My father told me that if you are rich, you can help the world, and if you are poor, you can only take care of yourself. If you don't bring gold and silver with you in life, you won't take it with you in death. If you see it, you can give some. It won't empty the Tong family."
"That's what I said..." The servant sighed and did not continue. He also knows what kind of temperament his master has.
When he returned to the Tong family's mansion, Gu Yuan found that the Tong family did not seem to be as luxurious as he thought. Although the courtyard looked quite large, the displays were very simple. There were no furniture made of precious wood, nor antique calligraphy and paintings. Even the servants guarding the courtyard are not that many.
In the next few days, Gu Yuan observed the Tong family, becoming more and more confused.
First of all, the Tong family is indeed quite wealthy. Mr. Tong has many good land and shops under his name, and many other industries such as the dye house restaurant are making money day by day.
But Mr. Tong, his wife and children live a very simple life. Even the food they eat is the same as that of the servants at home. Even his wife and children complain about this.
Moreover, Mr. Tong only had one wife and did not take any concubines. They had a son and a daughter.
Although he lives a simple life, Mr. Tong is not a miser. He spends money to repair temples and often gives alms to beggars in the city. He also gives money to those who Children from poor families bought books and sent sesame oil to them.
If other rich people take care of children from poor families, they may want to act as "angel investors", but Master Tong does not think so. He will treat them equally regardless of whether those children from poor families have the opportunity to go to high school.
However, more and more refugees were gathering outside the city. Mr. Tong often sighed, not because he felt sorry for the food he gave away, but because he was worried about the future life of these refugees.
In fact, Gu Yuan had doubts at the beginning, because the illusions that followed Mr. Tong all the time were too weird, so he wondered whether Mr. Tong's kindness was all fake, and whether he had some shady activities behind his back.
But slowly, Gu Yuan discovered that this was not the case.
Mr. Tong is indeed a kind person, and he is also a person who has kindness embedded in his bones.
People often say that killing people and setting fires with gold belts, building bridges and repairing roads without corpses, and rich people are all unkind for the sake of wealth, but when it comes to Mr. Tong, it is not appropriate.
On the contrary, he responded to the sentence: The poor are born with cunning and cunning, while the rich lead to conscience.
Later, there were more refugees and there were not enough manpower, so Mr. Tong took his wife and children to help with porridge outside the city.
Half a month later, thousands of refugees had gathered outside the city, which gave Mr. Tong a headache.
"Master, the granary in this family is almost empty..." the old housekeeper of the Tong family sighed, "I'm afraid there's no other way to go if this continues!"
"Then go buy it. It doesn't matter if the price is higher." Mr. Tong said without thinking.
"I bought it. I started buying it a long time ago, but it's not easy to buy food in this city."
Mr. Tong looked solemn and said, "If this continues, how long can we last?"
"If it is like this now, it will only last three days at most."
Mr. Tong took a deep breath: "So fast?"
"There are too many people, and sir, you are sincere. Others give porridge with clear soup and little water. It's good for you, you can insert chopsticks as big as rice!" the old housekeeper said with a wry smile.
Seeing that Mr. Tong was having a headache over this, the young master of the Tong family on the side took the initiative to offer some advice.
"Dad, why don't we stop? Those refugees can't be fed..."
"Nonsense! If we stop now, do you know how many people will starve to death?" Mr. Tong was furious when he heard this.
Young Master Tong had no choice but to say: "Since we can't stop, let's change from three meals a day to one meal a day. Although we won't be full, we won't starve to death."
"How about that? Are you happy to let you eat one meal a day?"
"Then... put less rice and make it thinner..."
"Okay, you???????????????shut up!" Mr. Tong slapped his hand on the table and scolded, "You bastard, I really thought you had No matter what good ideas you have, they are just shady tricks!"
Young Master Tong quickly fell silent, but he was a little aggrieved.
The old housekeeper also quickly comforted him and said: "Master, the young master is also anxious, but the value of rice is equal to the hatred of rice. In addition, the food is indeed scarce now, the young master's idea is a good idea..."
Mr. Tong snorted coldly, and after pondering for a moment, he said: "Well, you guys will delay for a while, and I will go to Qingcheng. There are some friends of mine there, and I will try to find a way to bring some more food."
"Dad, I'd better go." Young Master Tong said quickly.
Mr. Tong looked at him, sighed, and said, "You don't have such a big reputation, so I have to go there myself."
Hearing Master Tong say this, Master Tong couldn't say anything else.
That afternoon, Mr. Tong left with his two servants.
Tiebo City is not far from Qingcheng. It only takes one day to travel day and night, but it took another day to adjust the food.
When Master Tong's old friends heard about Master Tong's purpose, some gave advice and others laughed at him like a joke. After all, they felt that Master Tong was not worthy of doing this.
Mr. Tong didn't think so. After collecting the food, he quickly hired a car and drove back.
"Now... they can have enough to eat again." Looking at cart after cart of food, Mr. Tong had a smile on his face.
However, just halfway through, Mr. Tong and others encountered thieves.
